Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2011 21:42:57 -0600
From: Sam
Subject: Learning The Ropes Chapter Eight: The Offering
Chapter 8:
The Offering
Sir had just asked his assistant, Jemal, if he too thought I was
ready. Ready for what?
Even though I was still laying there, buck naked, spread out like an
inflatable doll and shacked by my wrists, ankles, and neck to this fancy,
padded wooden contraption they called a massage table, I was dammed
curious. And now that the ball gag was out've my mouth, I took a chance,
and asked?
"Sir", ready for what?"
At this, Sir did something I'd never yet seen him do, he busted out
laughing.
He looking down upon my naked, helpless form, and said "why you little,
impertinent, cum & piss soaked little man cunt. Normally, I'd either whip
your already red ass like a bad mule, or squeeze your nuts like plumbers
putty for interrupting me like that. But, so far, you've actually impressed
me today. Do you realize that you are the very first little piggy yet to
take Jemal's cock all the way down your throat? And you can slurp down that
piss like a college kid chugging beer, impressive."
Trust me, that was not what I expected to hear at all. Shit, what was this,
some sort of audition, or job interview? Not hardly. But none the less,
flattery is flattery, and I did consider myself an exceptionally talented
cocksucker & cum eater. And apparently, others now did too. Nice to be
appreciated, I think, gulp. lol.
And as nice as his compliments were, they still didn't answer my
question. Ready for what?
Instead of answering, Sir instead said to me, "boy, I'll bet your shoulders
are really stiff by now, aren't they? What say we unhook your wrist
shackles, and let you at least reposition those arms some."
He couldn't have been more right. My shoulders were just aching horribly
from being immobile for what had to be well over an hour now,
aaarrrrggghhh.
Sir unhooked the snap hook from my right wrist shackle just as Jemal did
the same to my left one. The heavy leather wrist shackles were still on,
but at least they were no longer stretched way out to my sides, and secured
to the heavy table. UUhhh, my muscles seemed to literally creak from lack
of use. Trying to move either arm was like trying to free up an old, rusty
pump handle, creeeeaaaakk. With a few movements, soon I actually had both
arns circling fairly well again. But, considering my ankles and neck were
still very firmly secured, and that I couldn't reach any of those hooks, my
arms were truly the only part of me that was now free.
As if to help, Sir started deeply massaging my right arm, and Jemal my
left. Ummm, god that felt good. I could just feel the blood flowing back
into each one. As part of the massage, they each flexed, and worked my arms
& shoulder through their full range of movements, including down by my
side, and even under the padded plank I was still laying on.
Then, at exactly the same instant, they gripped my arms really hard,
stretched them down to my sides & just under the padded plank that was
supporting me, and reattached the restraining cuffs to some other unseen
eye bolt under my ass.
With that done, and me in shocked surprise, Jemal looked down at me,
grinned like he'd just discovered sex, and said to me, "hey thar little
cock suka, yooz gonna get's a change a scenery, but I'm afraid you won't be
seeing it," and then he just doubled over, busting a gut laughing."
As Jemal was laughing, Sir took a damp towel, and carefully wiped most of
the drying piss & cum off of my face. He then produced a very thick,
padded, incredibly effective blindfold, and slipped it onto my head,
completely blocking out any light at all. And then the real mystery
commenced. I could feel them doing something to the bench I was laying
on/strapped too. Beneath my shoulders & upper arms, I could feel the side
extensions that my arms had been clipped to for the previous hour, somehow
unhooked, and removed. Then I felt something unlatched, and the whole
padded support plank that I was strapped to started to tilt. But it only
tilted a bit before I both heard, and felt, something else unlatched, and
suddenly the whole table was moving! I couldn't see, or move, but
apparently this whole massage table was some sort of mobile gurney, and I
was being taken somewhere, naked, helpless, and totally blind. Oh
shit. Whatever it was that I was now ready for, it was starting.
When you're naked, blind folded, and totally bound like I was just then,
your other senses become hyper acute. I was trying desperately to maintain
some mental orientation of where I was, and where I might be going, but the
more the gurney turned, the more I lost track of just what might be
ahead. Besides, I'd only had the one, very brief glimpse of the entryway,
the hallway, and this room. Whatever else was in this building was still a
total mystery, regardless of what direction we took to get there.
First, I felt a change in air pressure in the room. Someone had opened a
door. Immediately, I could also feel some cooler breeze on my still damp,
piss covered, bare skin.
Next the gurney seemed to accelerate just a bit, and start basically moving
in a straight line, but to where. The gurney slowed, a bump. Had we gone
through a door? To where? What was around me now? I had absolutely no
idea. I was as ignorant, and totally helpless as I'd ever felt in my entire
life.
Yikes!
For better or worse, whatever was going to happen was starting now.
And then, suddenly from all around me, I sensed as much as heard, lots of
slow, subtle movement. Something, or someone, was there with me, slowly
circling, or moving around me. And then I did actually hear something. Not
much, just a softly muffled "umm, nice", coming from someone I‘d
never heard before. OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD, was I being sold? White
slavery? I'd heard of it, but surely this couldn't be happening.
Then somehow, Sir's voice piped in, and it was actually reassuring. He said
"Mr. J., this is a brand new helper we're going to use to assist in your
massage today. But not to worry, he is a very accomplished ass licked and
cock sucker. We haven't fully tested his ass yet, but his mouth will be
your's to use during your massage today, sir. You won't be disappointed.
With that, Sir continued. He said "S, you should know that you will have
Mr. J's ass in your face to lick while I massage his front side and
shoulders, and then you'll have his cock in your mouth after I turn him
over and massage his back & legs. We value discretion above all else here,
and only use first initials. You are S, and he is simply Mr. J.
What you feel now is a mechanical clamping device being attached to both of
your testicles. Mr. J. will have the control to this device in his hand
during his entire massage, using it to let you know when you're sucking or
licking is not to his liking. If he starts using it to squeeze your nuts,
either lick harder, or softer. You'll very quickly learn to interpret his
signals. Believe me on that."
With that, I could hear them all having a hearty laugh at the expense of my
nuts. Oh my, where would this test lead too?
I could feel the tilt of my bondage gurney being adjusted, and the small
pillow again inserted behind my head to tilt it up. I could feel the gurney
being very slowly positioned until vinyl cushions were just barely touching
both sides of my neck. Then, all of my movements stopped. It seemed obvious
to me just then, that my face was now an actual part of some sort of table
that Mr. J would be lying on for his session. I couldn't be sure, but I
guessed that this gurney I was so securely strapped to must have had
roll-a-way castors on it, and they'd just been locked.
But, the vinyl cushions were still active. Apparently, someone, Mr. J.
presumably, was laying down onto this table, positioning himself to be both
rimmed, and massaged at the same time. Apparently, I had just become a part
of the supply chain in this interesting, custom massage business that Randy
was operating.
I could both feel, and hear, him subtly positioning himself, and soon, I
knew he was very close to my face. Before I even felt his skin, I could
smell his presence. But, unlike the asses that had been forcefully shoved
into my face already that day, this one smelled really clean, almost
antiseptic. Good for you Mr. J. I was liking him already, hehehe. If your
ass tastes as good as it smells, I'm gonna really make you smile.
He shuffled a bit more, and soon I did feel his nuts dangling down onto my
nose and gently bumping onto my face as he worked to comfortably center his
anus right onto my mouth. And just under those nuts, my nose was suddenly,
gently eased right up into his butt crack. I frantically wiggled my nose
free so that I could breath. By compressing the pillow behind my head a bit
more, I was able to tilt my head back just enough to get my tongue up into
his anus, and his reaction was immediate, UMMMM. Oh yes, licked it boy,
just like that. Slip that tongue way up my butt, ummm.
I could feel Mr. J. wiggle just a bit, positioning his anus right where he
wanted it to meet my tongue, and then just gently wrapping his thighs
around my head, and nestling back to enjoy his pleasure session.
For what I estimated to be about 20 minutes, all I did was use my tongue to
try my best to make Mr. J relaxed & happy. Elsewhere on the table I could
hear the assorted sounds of Randy giving Mr. J a thorough, deep tissue,
hard body rub. As Randy's hands worked further down Mr. J's body I could
actually visualize just about what was being rubbed. Soon, I could actually
feel Mr. J's muscles stretch & compress in response to Randy's hard, firm
manipulation of Mr. J's naked body.
As Randy's hands started massaging Mr. J's thighs, I actually felt them
graze my cheeks a couple of times.
Then, instead of proceeding steadily down Mr. J's legs, he instead jumped
clear to his feet, leaving me to handle the only portion of Mr. J's crotch
that I had access too.
Once, towards the start of the session, I felt the sudden contraction of
the clamp about my balls. Not brutally hard, but enough to get my
attention. The squeeze was followed immediately by instructions from
Mr. J.. He crisply barked out to me "boy, see if you can get your tongue in
me just a bit deeper, ok?" I thought to myself just then as I heard his
request, for Christ's sake. ,when you have me naked, shackled to a table
with your ass in my face and my nuts in a vice, why ask politely? Am I in
any position to say no!
I'd already been doing a top shelf rim job, and had fully memorized every
pink, smooth, membranous surface in and around his hard, ring shaped
sphincter muscle. And as I'd continually licked, teased, and tongue
massaged it, that tight little ring of muscle was already starting to relax
a bit, and ease open. Then again, he probably knew the position of his
anus better than I did, if that was even possible given my extraordinary
vantage point. And he was in fact passing that info on to me, just to let
me know that he was opening up a little, and wanted penetrated even more
now.
Randy didn't dally working his way back up the legs, and soon, he was again
working Mr. J's thighs. But now, he was doing it a much more sensual,
arousing manor, with light touching, and delicate teasing up on and around
his nuts 7 tain. And unless I was interpreting the sounds wrong, Randy was
then also massaging & stroking Mr. J's cock.
Mr. J had obviously showered and cleaned himself thoroughly prior to this
session, and for that I was indeed grateful. My ass rimming exploits were
still really limited, but this one I was actually enjoying, ummm. The slow
opening of his anal sphincter was announced in yet another way, the smell &
taste. All this while, my tongue had been constantly probing, and
penetrating his butt. But I was now getting an up close and personal lesson
of the difference between licking the outside of a clean, tightly closed
ass, and the inside of any ass hole en route to the inner bowel. And the
difference was stark. Not horrible, and one I was getting accustomed to far
faster than I'd of expected.
Honestly, that fecal smell hardly even registered now, and the taste was
one I'd had now multiple times before, without incident. I was now, already
just routinely associating it with just one more aspect of sensual,
physical, male-male sex. I'd had a few tongues up my butt before, and fully
appreciated that it was absolutely one of the most intense, and under
appreciated erogenous zones on the human body, male or female. And
basically, I was a pleaser, and this is something that I knew for an
absolute fact to be giving pleasure. In this instance, to both of us.
Mr. J. soon sneaked me a token of his appreciation for that pleasure. As My
captive, blind face stayed busy buried between his butt cheeks, I suddenly
felt what could've only been his right hand, reaching down under his
massage table, finding my bondage gurney, and fiddling with the clamp on my
balls. I felt him rather nimbly release it, and then totally remove it. And
then, as I steadily maintained my oral presence up his anus, instead of
squeezing my balls in displeasure, instead he started steadily fondling my
cock and balls, and then actually started stroking up and down the length
of my now very hard cock, ummm.
Now I'd already cum twice that day. Once in the shower just after my early
morning enema, and then again up Jemal's ass, just before eating my own
cream pie as it oozed out've it. But this experience was just fucking
turning me on! I was getting hard yet again, but I couldn't see any real
chance of me cumming a third time. Not in this short period of time, could
I? No way.
But oh my god this whole scene was just fucking hot! Just maybe?
And then, true to my fears, another imminent climax was no longer on the
menu, dammit. Because he stopped. I heard Sir speaking, saying to Mr. J.,
how was that sir, are you about ready to turn over? To that, Mr. J. just
chuckled slightly, moaned, and said "oh yaaaaaa, fabulous. No one puts
together a massage like you do Randy. And you were right. S here is an
extremely accomplished little ass licker. You have a true eye for talent".
And with that, he let out a long sigh, stopped his firm, delicious stroking
of my cock, and released his grip. And he started to roll over and replied
back to Randy, "now let`s see if he can suck my dick as well and he just
cleaned out my ass. And hopefully he'll be smart enough to take deep in
his throat without making me cum. At least that is until you're ready to
finish the massage. Otherwise, he'll be badly bent over, and singing
soprano by morning.